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Sinners is what happens when directors are allowed to experiment with the genres like a horror musical that puts you in a trance and makes you question your existence while also being campy and funny but also breathtakingly beautiful but also haunting and terrifying? Yes please I literally did not want to leave the theater I wanted to just stay there and keep watching it over and over

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The portrayal of white people who have been violently separated from their own culture stealing the power of black culture and music to try to get reconnected was SO literal and somehow not at ALL heavy-handed or trite. Fkn remarkable.

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i may not feel like drawing outside of work but i'm at least gonna TRY

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you know it really isnt immoral, if you do it right, to raise cows and sheep for meat. so. well. i think there should be a story about, vampires who have a town of humans that they keep well-maintained, so long as the humans donate their blood once a month, like vampire blood farm stuff

but instead of antagonistic everyone's like. no he's a nice man you leave the count alone. he keeps us safe and cared for and he just needs a lil snack now and then, it dont hurt anyone. like a cow that loves the farmer and the farmer that loves the cow, even with both knowing one will end up on the other's table. because its like. its like. cows just have such pretty eyes, you know? they love you so much. i think it should be like that

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SO....starting my first chronicle soon as a co-storyteller with my partner. Its v5 mechanics but I am open to incorporating some v20 stuff.

ANY ADVICE???

We are using the crimson gutter book!!

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gonna put all of my characters art in one post!

so here’s my giovanni, marina fecetti dunsirn!

art by luoniiel, neon_jess, rato_pombo, cloudyne, anastmeko, and shibushio

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People on here are always talking about Tzimisce fleshcrafters as Vampire Gender Affirming Surgeons but no one ever once mentioned to me that that’s explicitly a canon Thing Thin-Blood Alchemists Can Do??

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The second night

continuing on from my last letter my second night in Adelaide started significantly better then the first, as I woke in my coffin in side nossie's game room... hes the Nosferatu that is letting me stay with him till I find better accommodation, (he has a maze of electrified chain link fences in his underground home. its a massive open space with pillars all through it with a bedroom and a games room in the back with heavy bulkhead doors ) all of this is under pipers club so I think its actually like 3 stories underground, it looks like they have modified the whole sewer network here. I went up a freight elevator in to the back side of the club, there was some commotion before hand but im not sure what that was about. As I walked in the camarilla sheriff (hes this big mustached aboriginal guy in a duster) was there eating a sandwich at the bar, hes a fera of some kind and looks to have a close relationship with Piper. I made eye contact with him and he called for a "traditional greeting" and we punched each other in the face, i bruised his cheek he broke my jaw... apparently he smelled the wyld and the weaver on me more then the wyrm so he wanted to "Test" me he seams okay... he looks to not like the cam he works for, and he left soon after to “go to work” I ended up having a conversation with piper about the political situation here, I am honestly still kinda shocked how little the cam let there “Kindred” know... if a vampire has no one to teach them they just kinda get thrown out in to the night to work it out as they go... as we were talking Mikala come striding in claiming to be “the second coming of Dracula” cos some how he woke from torpor early, (I was so tempted to punch him in the face) I have my theories on how he recovered from that much damage so quickly but no confirmation. In talking to piper now with the full group from the night before (Mikala, Piper, Adrian and myself) piper was talking about how her sire still grips her as we where discussing blood bonds and such, and I was just teaching them a few things that the cam neglected to tell them. They asked if there was a way to brake blood bonds and I informed them about the Vaulderie, they seemed eager to do it, so we gathered the required components we moved to a private room and I preformed the ritual... the weight that lifted of pipers shoulders was so clear to see and far more then the others, she went in to detail about her tremere sire Alex, (I hate that they share a name with our Alex) and how he abandoned her at first and has now been manipulating her, hes like a shadowed boogeyman twisting everything she has to his benefit. And because she had this moment of honesty with us and the group blood bond the Vaulderie provides I let them know my real name and title, (I may have left out the part where blood bonds don't work on our family) they took it pretty well I don't know if they believed me tho... a little later Mikala through a 'birthday party” for his ghoul Smith (the one who dragged him out of the zoo) and rented out the wet room for it. (That blade style rave room with the blood sprinklers) so we all prepped for a party, what caught me off guard tho was what Mikala did at said party... he embraced his ghoul without permission, onstage, in front of a crowd of “his trusted” about 40-50 vampires, it was honestly kinda fucked to watch, as smith also mutated on stage, he got big, the mofo went from 6ft to like 8ft and was given a mortal to not just drink but eat and rip apart.

But the blood sprinklers were turned on alcohol infused blood was served like it was a normal thing to see... sure we do some messed up stuff as Tzimisce but this was a really odd experience to me . At the party I met a caitiff named Blair, she seams to be at least part Tzimisce as she has access vicissitude and some of the lesser clan flaws. But we got to talking and oh my go her vicissitude skills need work, we ended up getting a room and I spent a bunch of time fixing her mistakes and just chatting before going back to the party a few hours later. Now dad I know you don't approve of caitiff's but shes cool, and dose sword fighting and stuff you will probably like her if you give her a chance but I honestly cant remember the next few hours beside music, lights, dancing and alcohol blood... I remember later near dawn carrying piper over my shoulder walking down a main road with Mikala following behind, as we were going to steal our ghould lion from the zoo. This time Mikala used a dominate ability to talk his and pipers way in. I jumped the fence around the back, (I still haven't worked out a way to not horrify mortals) but we meet up at the enclosure Piper picked a staff entry lock and I try to pry open the metal door to get to "sleeping pen", and i end up failing and needing to purge the alcohol from my body, (that's really not fun btw ) with a clear head and now realizing what we are doing... it wasn't to late to stop but I was kinda invested in stealing this lioness (who we now know is pregnant, so we are going to have little revenant lion cubs running around in a few months I think) we bust the lioness out and I help her hop a fence and we meet up with piper and Mikala in a van driven by Mikala's other ghoul Wesson (shes cool, has like a fem john wick style to her ) We got back to the underground of the club in the van, via a hidden car sized elevator in a near by building that links into the sewers. Its a rather cool set up. Now this is where shit takes a turn Adrian comes up to me with bloody hands and face saying some vampires beat him up and cut off his finger, it is my fault for believing him but he was actually missing a finger... I got him to show me where it happened, down a path in the sewers up a small personal lift in to a hidden spot in a alleyway, and the vampires where still there, Adrian pointed them out and confirmed it was them, I didn't even give them a chance to speak I let my claws out and ripped one of there hearts out through their back and just started killing there was 6 in total only 2 were torpored the rest met a true death by my hands is wasn't till I had my claws in the last one that I asked why they did it, and the confusion on his face and the horrifying wide smile on Adrian's let me know all I needed to, I had fucked up big time, I couldn't let this last one go with what I had done to his friends so I gave him that one final little push to torpor by snapping his neck. I asked Adrian why he respond with nothing more then “im thirsty” as he dragged the 2 torpord vamps into the sewers with a fair amount of struggle. ( left the other to burn in the now soon to rise sun) It seams like he can only drink vitae but lacks the strength to hunt on his own, His wounds don't heal either... as pissed off as I was I couldn't let him just walk around with bleeding missing finger. the nerves and tendons where so messed up, looking at it hadn't been cut off it had been pulled out with a chunk of the tendons and nerves. so I just replaced his whole hand with one of the torpord vampires as he was feeding off it.... now I know him better I think he did that to himself just to better bait me in to killing for him. Needless to say I didn't sleep well that day. yours sincerely your loving daughter, Amelia Tepes Ps: this place sucks but I'm not giving up yet.

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INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE ↳ 2.05, Don't Be Afraid, Just Start the Tape // 2.08, And That's The End of It. There's Nothing Else

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My favourite underrated thing about Louis de Point du Lac is that he truly is the least curious vampire to ever be made and he does not give fuck about vampires despite being one.

Its Claudia who goes to libraries, reads the folklore, tries to learn as much as she can and pushes Lestat for answers about who made him and where the others are. Claudia says Vampire Pride and Louis says hmmm Vampire Tolerance.

And Louis...truly does not care about vampire history,law, culture. He's never even thought to ask. There are vampire laws?...ok...Lestat never cared about them and he's not going to either, lol. He's broken a few and he will continue to do so. Oh you have a coven? he's not gonna join it, he's gonna do his own thing. but good for you good for you.

the 500+ year old Coven Leader, he's gonna call Louis, Maitre, actually.

He has fire powers? thats kinda cool. he'll learn that but only cause it lets him vent his feelings about Lestat.

Lestat and Armand say the name of the vampire queen in front of him and Lestat straight up says, "Louis has no idea who that is" and do you think Louis cares, outside of the fact that for some reason it means he can't kill Lestat? No! Do you think in the 77 years he's been with Armand he ever took 5 minutes to ask a follow up question? No!

Do you think he will care about Akasha in season 3? Doubt it! Outside of her obsession with Lestat, who is the only person left on the planet he seems to be able to filter Caring About This Shit through

He blatantly breaks the 3rd law and publishes a book about being a vampire and when the other vampires get pissed not only does he not apologise he literally sends them his location and says 'you wanna fight? lmao don't miss'

I love him. Daniel Molloy is gonna need to bring his A game because Louis will not be solving a single mystery next season, nor would it even occur to him to try.

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“claudia de pointe du lac” “claudia de lioncourt” “claudia de pointe du lac de lioncourt” did you fools ever consider claudia eparvier. did you ever consider that she would absolutely take madeleine’s last name because madeleine is the only one who ever put her first and that she would want to repay her by putting her first too. did you consider this

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hello everyone... as you can see, ive watched iwtv.

details + GORE under the cut.

in the first drawing, claudia is wearing thom browne fw24 couture and madeleine is wearing julien fournié fw10 haute couture inspired dress and a hand bag from dolce and cabanna fw18 ready-to-wear + matching gloves

the idea stemmed from the thought that bc of her dysphoria/dysmorphia, claudia might like wearing clothes that aim to deconstruct the anatomy of the body

this is my thoughts on the second drawing:

the third drawing is rockstar!claudia:))

okok now for the gore,,,

a redraw of the flayed angel by jacques-fabien gautier d'agoty, as claudia

its with the same thought of deconstructing the body but also linked with all the comparisons of claudia and angels:)

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Rosa and Alezya reuniting after some time apart.... oughhhh I want someone to look at me this way too. Thank you so much @girlnextvore for commissioning me, your characters are always so gorgeous I love seeing you write about them!!

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ANYWAY. Wrote some Rosa stuff to make my brain get normal after last session. She is thinking about her marriage

You can find it under the Readmore

Rosa wasn’t prepared for this. Her wife was before her again, kneeled in front of her as she sat. Alezya’s gaze meeting her at eye level. A warm hand on her thigh, not warm like a mortal but from a barely disguised fire running through her vitae. The touch was possessive but also seemed tentative in a way. Rosa could feel her blood and body reacting to it. She knew she missed her wife, her soulmate, but these touches made it obvious. Not just the touch, the scent also. 

Some would assume a florist would love floral scents, but Rosa wasn’t a fan of those on people. Her wife knew this and smelled how Rosa always remembered tonight, wood scents with notes of smoke. If not for the state of panic Rosa found herself coming down from she would lean into Alezya’s neck and take it in. She settled just for putting her hand over Alezya’s. 

“I was worried you might recoil from my touch, once our Blood Marriage had faded.” 

The admission comes as a surprise to her. It's a type of vulnerability she had not expected from Alezya, it made her dizzy. “I’d be lying if I said I didn't fear the same thing.” She laces their fingers together after saying that, she feels so weak how easily she is falling back into it. But it's different, it FEELS different. It reminds her of that day, a day she will never forget. 

Her wife speaks again. “I did choose you from the beginning.” 

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1930s

The night was cooler than usual, especially for January. Rosa had been a kindred only for a few years and she still felt so aware of the temperature. Her dress was simple and hand made by her; it did little to protect her from the slight chill in the air. As she stood in the clearing of the forest it felt appropriate. The only cool day of the year would be the year she gets married.

They had decided to keep the ceremony simple, Alezya just wanted to do the rites alone but it seemed that wasn’t possible. Rosa knew around them had to be witnesses, she assumed the Magaji ,Kiros, was there, she believes she saw Hassan standing close by but her mind couldn’t focus on the Kinyonyi at the moment. Her attention was only on her fiance standing before her. 

Alezya was in finely tailored but loose clothes tonight, almost as light and flowing as Rosa’s but more masculine. Her grey streaked hair was unbound tonight for once flowing in a way Rosa rarely saw unless they were in bed. Rosa considered Alezya to be handsome but tonight it was different. She looked like a god, maybe a dark one. A god of death and fire, The heat radiating from her did nothing to help this feeling. Alezya’s koldunic heat always danced on the edge of burning her. 

Rosa stood before death itself, a dragon that loomed over her life, that bound itself to every aspect of her being. She felt blood tears gather at her cry line as she felt overwhelmed by the primal feeling to Eternally be with this monster. If this was a dark god she would thankfully pray to her alter for the gift of being married to her. 

She felt fear that this was too emotional, that these feelings were human even if twisted. But they couldn’t be, she had been engaged before her trip. She never felt anything but dread at being someone's human husband. She now knew she was made to be Alezya’s inhuman wife. 

As she heard Alezya finish the Koldunic Rites and the small fires around them begin to go out Rosa could feel the tears begin to roll down her cheek. She was so happy, elated, she can’t remember a moment during her mortal life ever being this happy. 

Her fiance wiped around her tears with her large thumb. She knew normally Alezya would lick the blood from her cheek but the ceremony had to come first. “My flower, are you ready?” 

Rosa just gave a small nod and smiled, more of that blood still streaming from her eyes in happy tears. “I’m ready”

While the ceremony was simple it was still decorated. Holy ghost orchids scattered around the ground in different patches of the clearing,a dozen fresh corpses under the loose soil feeding the flowers. A ceremony like this needed both life and death. Alezya and Rosa did their parts in equal measure to assure that.

She could see as Hassan had finally come into focus, approaching them both. He held two chalices. Rosa opened a wound with her ritual knife and began to fill one of the chalices. With little hesitation Alezya simply bit into her own wrist to fill the other. They held their chalices with their own Vitae to the other’s mouth, they recite their vows together in the dead language they use for their rituals before they both drink deeply. 

She had been mutually bonded to Alezya since her embrace but it already felt different.

Rosa watched as the seams on Alezya’s right pointer finger opened revealing a sharp red claw, appearing almost like a clawed knight’s gauntlet. The claw came up to Rosa’s bottom lip and split it, creating a shallow wound for Rosa to bleed through. Alezya did the same to her own lip before leaning down to be close to Rosa’s face.

Rosa stood up on the tiptoes of her bare feet. She spoke gently before. “Bonded Eternally.”

Alezya said nothing but gave a smile before their lips met and their wounds intermingled. 

The tears streamed down her face more intensely now, Rosa found herself the bride of Death and fire, and she couldn’t be happier.